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RAT-A-TAT for Connie, who is overwhelmed because her favorite scapegoat never comes around anymore. Cold morning, no fog, only identity crisis on the Id. 

Rat-a-tat-tat for Connie's husband because the scapegoat never comes around anymore. Runnin' with the Devil didn't work out so well for him, after she saw the fork in the river... Laying it on thick and channeling the Connie didn't work out so well for him. 

Of course you all want to think I'm unhappy and miserable when I'm all alone, playing with my pendulum. Sorry! No blueberry cigar. 

I would invite you to try again, but I intensely dislike it when people tell me about myself—especially men—because they normally have it all wrong. Even if I were miserable—NUNYA! 

A crone rarely accepts advice from anybody, hence crone! Reaching the mountaintop is a thing and I've done it, so baffle somebody else's mind with your very non-intuitive public or nonpublic interpretations of my life. 

Yes, indeed, word does echo down the canyon, because Mo mentioned Greta Garbo at the drum circle saying she just wanted to be alone. I enlightened him that her words were taken out of context because she just wanted the paparazzi to quit bothering her. 

Maybe it was a coincidence that he brought up my soulmate that I channel, I do not know, nor do I care.